(Michael's POV)
I glance out my bedroom window for the thousandth time tonight, watching her sit at her white desk with her hair up high and her baggy grey sweatshirt revealing her pale shoulder. She taps her pen on the wood as she works. She looks so fucking gorgeous without even trying.
I drag my attention back to my schoolwork. I am failing geometry at the moment and having someone so distracting as my neighbor has never helped. Since we were little, she's always been the cause of my day dreams. Not in a creepy way. It's ironic how close she is to me, yet in reality she couldn't be further away.
I can't help but look up once more, telling myself it's the last time tonight, but she isn't there. My eyes travel through her room and I spot her pulling her hair out of it's position and stepping into some black boots.
She pushes her small bookcase in front of her bedroom door. I slide open my window, wanting to know what she's up to.
Her hands find the latch of her own window and she begins to prop herself up on it.
"What are you doing?"
I whisper loudly in her direction. She jerks her head up at me, startled but still smiling. Her eyes brighten and she places a finger over her mouth with a "shhh".
"Studying."
Her hands form air quotes, her pink lips smirking. I stare at her in shock. She's always been kind of a mystery to me but I could never picture her breaking the rules. She walks across the few feet of roof that separate us and stands at the edge. Her feet dangle over the side and I meet her devious eyes.
"What-"
Before I can finish, she jumps. Her arms extend in front of her and I watch in horror as she grips my window sill with white knuckles. She pulls herself into my room effortlessly.
"Bonjour."
She greets, a playful grin on her face. I forgot she takes advanced French....damn. Her hands tug at her messy hair, which oddly turns me on. Who am I kidding, everything she does turns me on.
"Wanna join me? There's a party downtown at Calum's."
She bends over my seated position. I remain speechless, still taken aback by her secret "bad girl" attitude. She never struck me as the confident type, but right now with her hands on my thighs and her cool breath fanning my face, I'm guessing I should probably think twice. Usually I'm the cocky arrogant one, but her touch is driving me crazy.
She rolls her eyes at me, obviously because I hadn't answered her question yet. I've been to distracted by the smell of her perfume and the gloss of her perfect lips.
"Suit yourself."
Before I can react, she is halfway out of my window. I don't want our little interaction to end, especially since it's the closest I have been to her in months. Well, ever since she started dating Calum.
"Wait-"
I call after her, not even considering what my parents would say if they knew what we were about to do. Her eyes catch mine just as she is lowering herself into darkness.
"I'll come."
"Sweet."
She lifts herself back up on the edge, perched and waiting for me. I slip a hoodie over my grey sweatpants and push my heavy desk chair against my door. I join her at the window and she looks me up and down.
"You look....hot."
Her smirk tells me she's being sarcastic, but hearing that word leave her mouth gives me chills. I shrug, trying to play it off, and watch her as she swings her legs back out into the night air. She leaps through the blackness, causing me to sharply inhale, and the only reassurance I have of her not falling to the frozen cement below is the soft thud of her boots on her roof.
"C'mon, Mike. Haven't you ever roof jumped before?"
I shake my head vigorously, though she can hardly see me with my desk lamp being the only light source. I see her pale face poke up just in barely in the light and she gestures for me to follow her. I swallow the lump in my throat and bend my knees against the side of my house. My tight grip loosens and leave the window sill and I launch myself across the gap. My feet barely graze the gutter pipe and I fall on to the rough tiles. I feel her small hands grab my own as she steadies me. I can't see her, but I feel her warmth radiate on to me and suddenly a brief, cold pressure is evident on my cheek. My whole body freezes the moment I realize that it is, in fact, her lips on my face. I can't help but sigh as I realize that will be the most affection I ever receive from my beautiful neighbor. Her mischievous whisper echoes in my ear once she pulls away, most definitely leaving a stain.
"This'll be the night of your life, Clifford."
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a/n: pls vote and comment n shit but if you want part two request it(:
michael is so fucking gorgeous wowwowoowowow slay me
hes honestly such a blessing in the good girls video mmkay
im done bye
~ab
